I Visited My Husband’s Grave Every Day – Until I Found a Shivering Girl There Holding His Photo

But I’m not here to make you feel better about what you did.”

“I know,” Taylor whispered. “I know why she ran. I just didn’t know how to stop it.”

I glanced toward the living room.

Vicky sat curled into the corner of the couch, hugging Lucas’s old flannel quilt to her chest. She wasn’t pretending not to listen. She was listening with everything she had.

“She feels like she lost you,” I said carefully.

“Not just her sister. You.”

The line was quiet for a long moment.

“I didn’t leave her,” Taylor said finally. “I swear I didn’t.”

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